The sun is setting over the hills
Streaking the sky with numerous hues
We’re driving up a winding path
And I sneak a look at you.
Unbeknown to others’ eyes
A slight sheen, I see
Your brows furrowed in concentration
You’re lost to me.
The rocky hills where we stop
And decide to trudge ahead
You finally turn to me and smile
Shrugging off the demons in your head…
You clear the path of the thorns
And help me make the trip
I can see your eyes glance furtively
Ensuring I don’t slip
As we stop at the abyss
And glance at the shrubbery
I feel you press closer
I feel you beside me
And as I sit here reminiscing
I cannot stop the thought
If only we could’ve stayed longer
If only the time had stopped.